One of my least favourite parts about depression is the way it hits you right in the heart. It turns you from a stable human to a broken mess. You aren’t you, and it hurts to put the pieces back together. But I’m not allowing it to take me over completely this time. I’m fighting it. Moving away from self-loathing, and right back into self-loving. Relearning what it was that made me fall in love with myself.
So many of us don’t do things or don’t ask for things simply because we’re afraid of being rejected. If you think about it, if someone says no to a request, you’re no worse off, you’re still right where you started before you asked but now you know the answer. If you hadn’t asked, the answer could’ve been yes, but you never would’ve known.
Someone wrote a little story on the wall in the college toilets
"There once was an old man who took long walks on the beach every morning. One day he saw a young man dancing in the distance. As he got closer he realised he wasn’t dancing at all, but reaching down and throwing small crabs into the sea. "Young man, what are you doing?" he asked. "Throwing crabs back into the sea" he replied, "they’ll die if I don’t help them." The old man looked down at the hundreds of small crabs scattered on the beach for miles. "But there must be millions of them," the old man told him aghast. "You can’t possibly make a difference." The young man bent down, picked up another crab and threw it into the ocean. "It made a difference to that one.""
Date someone who meets you half way. Date someone who brings you a glass a water when they get themselves one. Date someone who makes sure you don’t spend money on ridiculous things. Date someone your ex hates and your mom loves. Date someone who’d rather spend a Friday night watching movies, than out with 50 people they barley even talk to. Date someone who sleeps on your chest and leaves a little puddle of drool. Don’t date someone who makes you leave oceans of tears.
At the end of the day it’s the little things. (via offtheocean)